#assortedsnacks

[ardenssolis]

PHARAOH'S FINALLY OPENED HIS HEART TO THE CUTENESS OF THE HUMBLE YET ALL POWERFUL HIPPOS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DON'T SPREAD LIES!!!! IT'S ONE HIPPO! ONE!!!!!

[zangyo]

hey

     HE'S ALREADY WALKING AWAY. Mahito who? Don't know him.

[guhamun]

you will never understand the bdsm community or whatever me and my nobunaga-kou have got goin on, masamune.

I WOULD LIKE TO have my memory wiped of everything you just said.

[ardenssolis]

     JUST AS THE OTHER had imagined, his features did furrow and shift. That was not a response he had been expected, but then again, sometimes the words that left this fallen ruler were wholly different from what he would have thought he would hear slip past those lips. ❝Should it not be? Anyone is capable of reaching out to such a thing and grasping it tightly within their hand.❞ Was that not so? But he supposed that was a difficult question for one who had, quite literally, lost everything in what must have felt like a blink of an eye. It was hard for Ozymandias to imagine that kind of hurt – how maddening it could have been, to return from the abyss in hopes of seeing something you loved still present…only to now see vast ruins without a trace of what life might have existed within. To be left to pick up what pieces there were seemed…far too painful. How was it, then, that this former ruler could still push forward despite it all? For most would have wanted to lie down, hoping the sands of the desert would overtake them too. As the other moved on ahead, he followed after, curious as to what those pale golden eyes bore witness to as they peered only towards the horizon.

     ‘I see failure. The ambitions of an arrogant fool.’

     Never the past, they said…

     Always the future.

     That was an interesting response, and yet, at the same time, a part of himself had thought this would be their reply to his question. Straight to the point as always, devoid of embellishment just like his ‘mirror’ before him. Nothing they said was ever measured. ❝A sad fate that you have chosen, then. However, I can understand you.❞ Not the feelings, no. He would never understand that. After all, he would never know what it was like to be THEM. Even now, the puzzle pieces he had collected in concerns to the other were not enough to put together a complete and full image. Truthfully, he doubted he would ever have them all to begin with. Such was fine. Not all mysteries were meant to be discovered. Some were meant to be what they were. ❝Mm…you speak true about my business.❞ He glanced up towards the sky, hand lifting to block out the sun’s glare. ❝One day I will be forgotten – a merchant out of many who have wandered this world in search of coin to line their purses. Unlike them, though, I seek greater things than mere coin. A merchant’s dream is far too dull for me.❞

FORGET ? who , then , would ever remember ? he imagines no use to such a supposed bliss . the punishments were better than ignorance , oblivion --- and even did he slough half of himself off so many centuries ago , crawling out from the timeless abyss , then at least he was left with this : what he was . what was left . the ruins , the dark ; the vultures and ashen , scorched lotus . a soft sound of derision escapes his nostrils as an immediate reply --- his company is no less sword-tongued than himself , gouging into the tenderest of spaces without any hesitation or shrewd mercy , even drawing a drop of blood from a heart of nigh stone ; ah , but these hurts are as ancient and hardened as am i . ' answer with your own such pains , ' his lips murmur after a moment . ' is a thing like happiness any more yours than it is mine ? ' he imagines the other's face might twist in response ; a suitable carving , if so --- courage to the one who grasped for joy and ecstasy in this sordid world , despite it . without another word he steps forwards and seems to guide , blind leading the blind .

at first , nothing but silence ; a howl in the wind . and then his throat hums , a growl in each echoing cavity . he would admit , but just this once , his sorrow overwhelming his rage . ' i see failure . the ambitions of an arrogant fool . ' never the past , but always the future . a breath . a far-away stampeding . ' i see the price of a weak link ; the severed chain . ' pale-eyed pallor gazes distantly upon the desert , no longer his , neither to claim , nor even to belong to . ' ruin , all of it . what once was . . . what cannot be . merely worthless rubble , the sum of each and every mistake . even thieves barter better with their prices than the truth of this place . ' even this , he painfully understood . ' i shall bear it all until fate or the gods forbid me . this , and this alone , will remain mine . ' his great , unyielding something . ' . . . you'd best hurry yourself , little one . no matter how high the mound , the cold luxuries of your business will outlive you . ' and the once-king too , would be dipped in stillness and solitude again . ' is there content to be found in giving your corpse to all this cracked bone and dust ? if not . . . then you have yet to do enough . '

[darabeatha]

    ❝ Gghhgg... So loud... ❞

[koorinohebi]

"Hmn... Mitsuhide's sword... is kind of intense..." To put it nicely. There were other words that she wanted to use, but out of a bit of respect for Jubei-- although now that I think about it.

"..." And recollections of Mitsuhide's actions and temperament flashes in her mind whenever Nobunaga is concerned.

She folds her arms, smiling to herself. "It actually does check out after all. It's like they're cut from the same steel."

[lunaetis]

@assortedsnacks replied:

lucky vc i'm built different. if you eat it fast enough you can trick your tummy into not even knowing you ate chocolate

─「美沙夜」─  " i don't think that's — " a pause. yep, she was sure that's not how it works, but he seemed so eager to eat them. so after another second or two, and placed a hand on his head and ruffled his hair. " there's actually an alternative to it called carob. it'd be safe for you. how about i make those for you ? what kind of chocolate treat do you want, anpu ? "

[viijaya]

@assortedsnacks​ / @grandspatriarch replied ; PRRR LDKJKDJDGGKKJ cheering for our super amazing turbo arju squad

      Turbo arju squad!!

[unmeinoniwa]

i love u

HEY ???? TSUN ???? WHERE DID THIS COME FROM ????? I WOULD ACTUALLY DIE FOR U !!!!! I LOVE U MORE AND IM GONNA BITE UR CHEEK

[nitonitonito]

@assortedsnacks​​ replied ; ritsuka's gonna give her a not that awkward hug  /  from:  𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐎 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 ! 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 ?

          ❝ —That is why you must not act so reckless !! as my ally, it is my duty as pharaoh and as your ally as well to make sure that you remain unharmed, yet you sure like to play on the very edge! What do you think would have happened if I didn’t find your glasses? Did you even get to see that you were about to get attacked?? How did you loose them to begin with ! Unaceptable! irresponsible! I am a pharaoh! pha-ra-oh ! not a caretak— ❞   And as she is about to continue her long lecture on safety and about her title of pharaoh that she’s (not so subtly) managed to repeat already twice in a row and how such title gave her a series of responsibilities and compromises, a sudden unwavering gentle warmth surrounds her frame- a completely foreign feeling slowly begins to unlock inside the ruler’s mind- albeit not instantly, no; it takes her aproximately...

          1...

                    2....

                              3.....                                             �� ....45678910111223 !?!?!?

         W-WAAAAAHHHHH!!!! 

What was he doing !!!! sure, she wasn’t as naive as to not know what a hug was, of course, but...But why her!!! why now!! no explanations either !?!  ❝ —P-P-Pharaoh privilege!! s-space!! space now!! ❞

[ardenssolis]

@assortedsnacks​ said (inbox):

' p-pharaoh! pharaoh ozymandias! '  all stiff fluster; a resigned indignity. the sculptured glob of chocolate in ritsuka's hands resembles... well, maybe, possibly, vaguely something like a feline, if one squinted hard enough. bashful, the master can only laugh. ' now that i think about it, it might have been presumptuous of me. i was worried that after so many years, you might have gotten bored of chocolates, or plain ones, at least. so i thought i'd take it on myself to try something different! only, um, no matter what i did, they always ended up coming out like this. before i knew it, it was already valentines, but i tried to pick the best one of the bunch, really! '  even playing what felt to be a gamble, wondering if he would face ozymandias's wrath for such an aesthetic affront, or the pharaoh's booming hilarity, or both, his clumsy attempt had to be better than leaving the noble with nothing. ' so, you know - happy valentines! and thank you for everything as always! '

     HOH? AN OFFERING TO be presented to him on this chocolatey day? To be expected, of course, yet that did not prevent his eyes from lighting up anyway with intrigue. Nevermind the fact that the chocolate that Ritsuka had prepared looked…questionable. It was the fact that they had taken the time out of their very, very busy (they had to have been with all the many Servants in this building) day going about handing these treats out to the others. Ozymandias wouldn’t have minded if they had forgotten about him in the chaos of it all and would have forgiven them accordingly for their absentmindedness in not coming to him first and foremost. However, none of that really mattered when they were here, did it? ❝It is impossible to grow bored with these little confections.❞ He leaned forward a little to get a better look at it, hands resting upon his hips. Chuckling at the rest of their words, his lips curled into an amused smile, golden eyes shifting from that misshapen blob to the other.

     ❝You overthink things. We kings accept all offerings given to us, especially those that were painstakingly made by our subjects. I would have been content even if this was the same exact thing you had given me last year, and before that – s on and so forth.❞ For all his arrogance and bluster, he, at least, could not deny his fondness for homemade gifts. There was thought put into that as well as one’s time, and as someone who was often given the most expensive of things for the sheer fact that they were expensive, this was truly what he preferred in the long run. It was more intimate. Honest, even. Reaching out, he plucked that chocolate from Ritsuka’s hands, examining it curiously right before taking a bite. Ozymandias chewed slowly, allowing that flavor to spread across his time as he hummed softly; testing everything to see if it was just the right amount of sweetness.

     ❝DELICOUS!❞ he soon proclaimed without warning, the walls practically shaking beneath the power of his voice. ❝You have outdone yourself this time, Summoner. I think this taste even better this year than the last. Did you change anything? It matters not. Such is exactly to my liking and befitting for a king as grand as I. Not to mention the shape at which you made it is pleasing despite its ambiguous shape!❞ He held the rest of that chocolate high, continuing on with his speech. ❝Such effort should be rewarded! None can say that the Sun King is stingy with his own gifts! Come! We shall fly across the back of a sphinx – in a simulation, naturally, but it shall be grand regardless.❞

[zangyo]

WAIT WAIT 7:3 BEFORE YOU KILL ME CAN WE TALK ABOUT NIETZSCHE AND DOSTOYEVSKY AND THE INTERRELATION OF THEIR PHILOSOPHIES PLEASEEEEEE

-Anime glasses glare- Perish.

[castelleve]

@assortedsnacks​ SHHHHHHHHH YOU'RE RIGHT BUT SHHHH!!!!!!!

“If you insist, but I’m quite durable.”

[darabeatha]

     There are two-

[flovverworks]

guess what. kikkou's here to stick a flower in akira's hair and call them the loveliest at the ball!!!!

   Had it been someone they knew better, they would've smiled and given them a compliment in return, heart full of the pride and joy of seeing your dear friends enjoying themselves. But it's not, and so the words are delayed, eyes wide and cheeks tinted pink at the sudden exclamation. What were they supposed to say in reply to that? So straight-forward that Akira fumbles, hand reflexively reaching toward the flower as if in disbelief it really happened, and yet they couldn’t help but think how utterly in place the action felt. Like something out of a fairy-tale, setting and all, so magical and old-fashioned and so, so different from traffic lights and neon signs.

           " T-thank you ", they end up replying, the one out of place with yet another memory to treasure with all of their might. Fingers briefly touching petals before leaving it be; " I'll take care of it. "

[viijaya]

@assortedsnacks​​ / @grandspatriarch replied ; ritsu vc LET'S GO ARJUNA-SAN!!!!!!!

       Ah! Arjuna what is with that look !? ...he’s practically sparkling with pride!   ❝ You can always rely on me at any time, master. ❞